Freaks in the Fraidie Hole

It's tornado season.  It has been 30 plus years since we've had a tornado come across our place.  We hadn't even moved up here yet.  It was just my grandparents and great grandparents who went down into the basement.  And they made it in just before it hit.  Thankfully, their house received minor damage. 

Now....fast forward to 2012.  We are still heading to the same basement even though it is moldy.  Not good! 

Friday night I received a text at about 2:30 am from my brother-in-law(who has a weather radio) saying turn on the tv and call mom and dad.  So.....the circus began. 

I woke dad up, got a call from a friend, and got dressed all in about 4 minutes.  It was lightning and raining.  I then got in my pickup and headed to get sis#3 and kids.  I noticed my aunt and uncle were still at home which is odd for them to not already be at Grandma's.  I called them too.  Aunt said they were fixin to head out. 

Off we went.  We pretty much went straight to the basement.  Mom was armed with a mask since the last time we had to go down she was sick before we made it out.  While we were sitting down there amongst the canning jars, old coffee pots, and some water, we all chattered about what was going on.  Dad came downstairs to see how we were doing wearing his normal clothes, mud boots, black hat, gun belt, and carrying his bible and an umbrella.  Of course, he had been outside watching the dark sky.  He never packs a gun unless he's headed out to shoot a sick horse.  I asked him if  he was planning on shooting us outta there if the house fell on top of the basement door!  Sister said he was armed for anything!

About that time is when my Mom came up with the statement of the night and possibly the year! 

"We're just a bunch of freaks in a fraidie hole!"

That bout sums it all up!